We were a
dog family growing up in exurban Ohio.
Cats were
thought of as a nuisance.
They caused
allergic reactions and dug up plants.
At best,
something an old spinster would keep as a pet, because they were low
maintenance and could be virtually ignored for weeks.
I never
hated cats, but I really didn’t get them.
It’s like
cats have the worst public relations firm on earth.
Every
negative stereotype gets repeated in movies, TV shows, even cartoons.
Little
Havana, sadly, is a dumping ground for cats.
Moving into
an apartment that doesn’t allow pets, turn your poor kitty out to the streets
in Little Havana.
Kids lost
interest in that kitten you got for Christmas – dump it around Calle Ocho.
Didn’t get
your cat fixed and have a litter bigger than you are ready to take on – cast the
poor critters off to fend for themselves in the blue collar neighborhood of
Shenandoah.
So we were
used to cats.
We talked to
them.
We had a few
run in the house.
We were
never mean or anything, but we just didn’t take much interest in having any
kind of pet – because we travel a lot and we’re always on the go.
(see part 2
tomorrow)
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